Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Executive Decision: No Injection

I'll admit: the warning that the injection for my back, originally scheduled for tomorrow, would cost more than $600 out of pocket played a role. But mostly, it's that I'm happy with my running right now, I'm convinced that running isn't making my back worse--and I want to keep my modest little momentum going.

So I did the math. It looked something like this:

[(Don't want to take a week off running; marathon 14 weeks away) + $600] - (Back still not pain-free) =

I Cancelled the Shot

It wasn't an open and shut choice. I still have a lot of pain first thing in the morning and overnight (trying to turn over in bed when I've been in one place for a while....yeah, it hurts). Getting into and out of certain positions that should flow easily in Pilates can cause me to catch my breath. And sitting too long (which I have to do at my job sometimes) doesn't agree with my back and glutes at all.

But my core is clearly stronger. I was able to go across some monkey bars on a playground with much more ease than the last time I tried (it's always fun to impress your kids). And today Kate, my fantastic massage therapist, said she thought my back and hamstrings were the loosest and happiest she'd seen them since she started working on me last December. This is despite the fact that I am down to just one session per week on the recumbent bike. All the rest of my cardio is.....running!

I can always reschedule the shot if it turns out I really do need it. But first I want to try to get to the California International Marathon as well-trained as possible given the four-month lay-off I had between March and June.

This injury isn't gone. I'm not going to pretend it is. I do wonder if it will ever completely go away. But though my running base has undoubtedly eroded, I do know that my core is far stronger than it was last year for Top of Utah or Houston, and that has to count for something. I figure I'm at least as safe training for this marathon as I was for those. This was never really a running injury, as much as it turned out that it interfered with running.

So I'm going for it. I'm going to train as hard as I safely can to run as fast as I can in Sacramento on December 2.

All I can do is, as they say in Russia, "Go with God." Isn't that all I could ever do anyway?